Recession, is it as simple as ‘snap out of it’?

So are we talking ourselves into a recession?.

The above article is by Ross Gittins, the economics editor at the Age. That being the case (and me being hopeless with numbers) I don’t really have the qualifications to argue in any meaningful way with his hypothesis; which seems to be ‘chill the hell out dudes’.


when you combine healthy growth in employment with too-high wage rises you get household incomes growing faster than consumer prices. So if retail sales are weak, it’s not because we can’t afford to spend, it’s because we choose not to – whether out of prudence or fear for the future.

… that doesn’t seem to describe my situation at all. Nor the situation of anyone I know well enough to have some idea of their financial status. If my my retail therapy is down, yah, it’s cuz we don’t have the money! I know nurses, enlisted men, techie’s, casual sales assitants and store managers who are all sucking in and clamping down.
Conduct a focus group and punters will tell you they’re suffering mightily under the rapidly rising cost of living – which is why politicians on both sides are always encouraging the punters to feel sorry for themselves
There’s a reason for that… petrol is darn expensive, my electric bill wont behave, meat is now a specialty food in my house and being a vegetarian wouldn’t be a ‘cheap’ alternative either! I don’t doubt that there are a ton of people with great jobs and pay-packets I can only dream of, who have hardly noticed the bill rises, the cost of meat and the propensity to charge a body part for a tank of fuel… but I don’t know any of them!
There are five adults living in my residence with me! 5! The marketing manager of a chain of food retailers lives out of my shed! You think we’re doing this because we’re paranoid, Mr Gittins?

Rough night out for a great cause Today’s News – The Mercury – The Voice of Tasmania

Rough night out for a great cause Today’s News – The Mercury – The Voice of Tasmania.

Congrats to everyone who went! To be honest I didn’t know it was on!!! That proves to me that we need better advertising, considering I work in the stores.

Jones and Rudd – in good health united

Rein: G’day Alan. How are you?

Jones: Well this is more than a surprise! How is your husband?

Rein: He’s doing so well post surgery. He’s been up, he’s been walking.

Jones: When I had my fourth cancer operation and I was recovering I got a phone call and they said the prime minister’s on the line. And I said what on earth does the prime minister want? And there was Kevin Rudd on the phone and he asked how I was and wished me well. So when I knew he was in hospital in Brisbane I sent some flowers. And I sent the message saying: in politics we may be divided but in good health we’re united.

Rein: And that’s why I’m ringing you to thank you for your kindness in sending those flowers.

Jones: Well that’s very kind of you. We may be divided in politics but in good health we’re united.

I like that. These guys would probably claw each others eyes out in a debate on Global Warming, Economics or any kind of Public Policy… but sometimes they’re just two guys insanely happy to be OK.

Someone missed the memo

DPP urged to act against Thomson.

Seem’s that when the Labor party won and that big memo went out ‘PLEASE DON’T GET CAUGHT DOING ANYTHING STUPID’, this guy was in the lav.

Long story short, it looks like Thomson, from Dobell (my old voting grounds as it were) may have been buying bootay on the company credit card. It goes without saying there has been no trial, or even investigation at this stage so there is always the possibility there’s been a mix-up… still, Labor can not afford to let the liberals have a tilt at a seat as marginal as Dobell.

Things I haven’t finished

There’s something about being in your 20s, married with a rental property a part-time job and a three-year old that makes your to-do list get longer, and your accomplishment list look a little weak…

Can’t quite put my finger on what it might be though.

My to-do list includes:

  • Finish Uni Degree (don’t even care which one anymore, I’m part way through about three)
  • Finish at least one of the three completely plotted out novels sitting in my folder
  • Get this darn Blog organised!
  • Work out how to plant a proper veggie garden (and then do so)
  • Clean the House

Hardly insurmountable, and yet there it remains, largely unchanged since I first penned a similar list last year!

‘Buffy’ TV series star calls movie remake ‘a hideous idea’ |

‘Buffy’ TV series star calls movie remake ‘a hideous idea’ |

I can see where he’s coming from, as someone who was involved in just about every episode (I can’t think of any he wasn’t in for at least a minute… maybe that one where Buffy ran away to L.A?). I do cross my fingers and hope for a positive outcome, but I admit that as a fan of the original movie, and long-time fan of the show (and Joss in general, who is in all possible ways, brilliant), it’s going to have to be pretty darn amazing to overcome the fact that Joss wasn’t even consulted…

“[Whedon] wasn’t asked,” Head said, while speaking to reporters at the TCA Summer Press Tour in Beverly Hills.”

“In fact, I think they went to great lengths not to ask him. It’s a hideous idea,” E! Online reported today

To the Gentleman on the 5:24pm from New Town

I hung around later at work than usual tonight. Everyone else had gone and my lovely supervisor didn’t like the idea of being alone in the building with the money (who does?), and besides, I was only catching the bus to the gym. Chunky jacket on to ward off the Tassie chill, and a backpack that made me look like a hunchback, I struggled up onto the bus. Chockers. Totally packed. Stoopid after-work rush.

Unable to turn around without hitting someone due to my back pack, I did a weird little number until eventually I was in a position where I could at least cling onto a pole and not fall on my butt. At that moment, a polite throat was cleared and someone gently tapped my shoulder. behind me was a guy in his mid to late 20s (my age), wearing some kind of grunge rocker T-shirt and track pants.

“There’s a seat here,” he told me and helped me struggle out of my backpack so I could sit down.  That’s when I realized… he’d given me his seat! A guy, in his 20’s, in a modern city, wearing a punk shirt and sneakers had stood up for a woman and given up his seat!

About a minute later we hit a stop and a load of people got off and he could take a seat across the aisle from me. He gave me a sheepish look and said “Well, that wasn’t really a big deal,” and laughed.

I thanked him again, but spent the rest of the bus trip thinking that if I weren’t a happily married woman, I’d have asked that man to come out for a beer! The truth is that it was a big deal. He didn’t know everyone else was going to go, and even though they did it doesn’t change anything. He saw a woman in distress, slightly unco and pathetic distress I admit (that’s the kind I’m best at), but distress all the same, and he helped me. I can’t help thinking that I should have thanked him more, talked to him for the rest of the bus ride, I know if I were a) single and b) brave (I’m neither) I would have. Anyone that cool really deserved more than a shy, stumbling, mumbled ‘thank you’ even if he did seem to think it was adorkable.

So, to the gentleman with the brown hair and band shirt on the 5:24pm through New Town, thank you. You were awesome, and since you were so cool to me I honestly can’t even remember a single awful customer today, though I’m sure there must have been at least one.